The Matchgirl

The Little Matchgirl sells her matchsticks
To blind men with technicolour dreams
When her world's filled with cowardice
Who's she to say that the blind man's the one who can't see?
And the foxes and kittens lost touch long ago
But they keep chasing tails in hopes that they'll grow
With 3 strikes you are OUT and your dreams will die out
With the sulphurous lies that the Orange Man told

Heave away, heave away
Bundle her up and ship her on out of here
Heave away, heave away
Off to a place where no one will miss her
Heave away, heave away
Here they're all blind and don't know what they're looking for
Heave away, heave away

The Matchgirl is sweet and the blind men can taste it
They worship her wares as she dances out of their grasp
When her name becomes blasphemy she escapes pedantry
In Floydian slippage and saggy cloth cats

Heave away, heave away
Bundle her up and ship her on out of here
Heave away, heave away
Off to a place where no one will miss her
Heave away, heave away
Here you're all blind and don't know what you're looking for
Heave away, heave away

So
Batten the hatches with matches and silver spoons
Break out the gin, there's no way that we're getting caught
Now in the downpour that's bound to ensue
When he finds out she's missing
Who's missing? Never heard of her
The matchgirl is striking her matches impatiently
Scrubbing her hands as the man pleads insanity
If it's Chrissie you're missing, you might as well know
You can look for as long as you like
She left years ago

So
Heave away, heave away
Bundle her up and ship her on out of here
Heave away, heave away
Off to a place where you'll never miss her
Heave away, heave away
You can replace her with younger and foreigner
Heave away, heave away
Cause here you're all blind and don't know what you're looking for
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away
Heave away, heave away